MJ blathers

dark poet who loves to laugh


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frost

water now with color
bright, penetrating white
crystal on crystal
intertwing, regulated clinging
dictated by structure
complicated by individuality
resulting in skim of white
edging a puddle
shimmering the back side of a leaf
disguising chaos and contamination
sparkling a fresh vista
simulating fairyland
shifting us toward hope
but holding us tied to reality
recieving us with thrall, and chill

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Tim Applegate talks with Writers in the Grove 11/6/17

Tim Applegate
Tim Applegate Thank you, Mary Jane. It was a privilege to talk to the Writers in the Grove this morning. What a wonderfully diverse group of writers! They were analytical and enthusiastic, and they asked some of the best questions I’ve ever been asked. Best of luck to all of you with your literary projects.


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Panic over Rumors [from Nandria’s World]

May 1940

Buzzing heads together in worry and the resulting anger, Boonetown’s folk clumped in fast-talking knots along the boardwalk and out onto the one paved street as far as the shack near the railroad crossing.
“Nazis are coming!” “Got all them poor boys trapped!” “At Cape Cod, isn’t it?” “Dun-somethin’, I think.” “Any word them comin’ inland from the coast yet?” “How could the Allied Commanders let them bring their Europe war over here to us?” “Again! Didn’t we lose enough in that Great War? And what did we get out of all that?””Nothing but misery, that’s for sure.” “We ain’t gonna get into this one, not if’n I hafta march on Washington my own self.”


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wind telephone

[a Japanese man who lost family to the tsunami set a telephone booth in his garden. many use his ‘wind telephone’ to speak to loved ones lost]

I don’t know why I am living. I don’t know why I am the only one left.

I don’t know why I am living when all I have known and loved — all my family is swept away to sea. Why did I survive? Why am I the one to wake up each morning?

How do I promise you that even in my sadness, I am surviving — I think because it had fallen on me to continue the family, to find strength within me to carry on so that I can assure you we will be well; to let you know that you may rest now and let go of care for the family and find the loving peace your souls deserve.

Please hear me on the wind. Please know that our family will continue. Join the winds of Heaven, beloved ones. Let our family’s love sustain and keep you.

Ah, me! How can I do all this?
Oh, wind, whisper peace to me, I ask … I beg you